We won in four games and nobody got hurt.
Explanation: As you may recall, two weeks ago, I played a volleyball match very aggressively against a very nice team because two players on a completely different team had really ticked me off. Well, last night we played the team I don't particularly love. I am happy to report that we won the match in four games. I will also report, neither happily nor sadly, that nobody got hit in the face with a volleyball.
On the bright side, nobody on our team got hurt, which is important considering that three weeks ago we lost 3 players in one game due to injuries. For the record, my teammate who elbowed another teammate in the face was still able to play. Anyway, we're still tied for first in spite of our forfeit last week. The playoffs start soon!
Follow Up From Yesterday: I have derived a formula to answer yesterday's math question, but I would like to take some time to try to prove it before sharing. For those of you who were still hoping to play with this problem, you have an extension. Good luck!
Showing posts with label Volleyball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Volleyball. Show all posts
Friday, April 3, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
"Jerk" Wasn't My Word of Choice
Universal Rule of Volleyball #12: If somebody fetches an errant ball for you and you do not say "Thank you," you are a jerk.
Explanation: For years and years, having seen hundreds of volleyball players and having shagged thousands of misplayed volleyballs, it has always, ALWAYS ticked me off when I go out of my way to help them and they don't thank me.
In my Thursday night volleyball league last night, two players on one particular team did just that. I have never liked the sportsmanship of their team to begin with, and they confirmed my suspicions by just taking the ball I tossed back to them and going back to what they were doing, completely ignoring me. Later in the night, they finished their match quicker than we did and were playing pick-up on the court next to our game. Again, on several occasions, their pick-up game interfered with our league game and again, on several occasions, they did not apologize in any way for it.
So, in our match last night, I played like a man possessed, hitting the ball like I did when I was 23, almost killing several innocent players on the team we were playing, all because I was angry at the team we play in two weeks. And for the next two weeks, I will be frothing at the mouth, ready to destroy those jerks when they're on the other side of the net.
Explanation: For years and years, having seen hundreds of volleyball players and having shagged thousands of misplayed volleyballs, it has always, ALWAYS ticked me off when I go out of my way to help them and they don't thank me.
In my Thursday night volleyball league last night, two players on one particular team did just that. I have never liked the sportsmanship of their team to begin with, and they confirmed my suspicions by just taking the ball I tossed back to them and going back to what they were doing, completely ignoring me. Later in the night, they finished their match quicker than we did and were playing pick-up on the court next to our game. Again, on several occasions, their pick-up game interfered with our league game and again, on several occasions, they did not apologize in any way for it.
So, in our match last night, I played like a man possessed, hitting the ball like I did when I was 23, almost killing several innocent players on the team we were playing, all because I was angry at the team we play in two weeks. And for the next two weeks, I will be frothing at the mouth, ready to destroy those jerks when they're on the other side of the net.
Friday, January 9, 2009
It's Volleyball Season!
One volleyball match down, zero new injures. So far, so good.
Explanation: I played my first volleyball match of the season last night. This is not exactly a high-flying just-try-not-to-get-hit-in-the-face league I'm playing in. Nope, this is my lazy Thursday night league, where until this season, I've always been the youngest player on my team. This season that changed a bit, as one player's son is now on the team, which helps because I don't feel all that young right now. In my mind, my volleyball game still looks something like this, where my actual game looks a little more like this. At one point last night I went up in the air to play a ball and the ground came back about half a second faster than I expected it to. One might say this is due to deterioration of my vertical leap, but instead I like to think that gravity is already in midseason form while I'm just getting started. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Most importantly, I walked away from last night with out major injury. Major soreness? Yes. Major injury? No.
Explanation: I played my first volleyball match of the season last night. This is not exactly a high-flying just-try-not-to-get-hit-in-the-face league I'm playing in. Nope, this is my lazy Thursday night league, where until this season, I've always been the youngest player on my team. This season that changed a bit, as one player's son is now on the team, which helps because I don't feel all that young right now. In my mind, my volleyball game still looks something like this, where my actual game looks a little more like this. At one point last night I went up in the air to play a ball and the ground came back about half a second faster than I expected it to. One might say this is due to deterioration of my vertical leap, but instead I like to think that gravity is already in midseason form while I'm just getting started. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Most importantly, I walked away from last night with out major injury. Major soreness? Yes. Major injury? No.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
I'm 3 Games Less Young and Stupid Than I Used To Be
From the archives:
I played 17 games of volleyball this weekend, and all I got was this fabulous Rooftime 12 T-shirt.
Explanation: Today's status was actually from the summer a while back. As Steve might say, it's always a good time to plug Rooftime. So check out the Rooftime web site. Good volleyball. Good people. Good cause.
In reality, I did not play 17 games of volleyball this weekend. That was back when I was young and stupid. I only played 14 games today. See the improvement? We did win the tournament, so I did get a fabulous T-shirt. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to hobble off to bed, where I shall stay until Monday.
I played 17 games of volleyball this weekend, and all I got was this fabulous Rooftime 12 T-shirt.
Explanation: Today's status was actually from the summer a while back. As Steve might say, it's always a good time to plug Rooftime. So check out the Rooftime web site. Good volleyball. Good people. Good cause.
In reality, I did not play 17 games of volleyball this weekend. That was back when I was young and stupid. I only played 14 games today. See the improvement? We did win the tournament, so I did get a fabulous T-shirt. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to hobble off to bed, where I shall stay until Monday.
Friday, January 11, 2008
The Hills Are Alive With the Sound of Whining
I am thirty-two going on thirty-three,
My back, it really kills.
My heel makes me gimpy, my shoulder is wimpy,
I need some more Advils!
Source: This is a rewrite of "Sixteen Going on Seventeen" from The Sound of Music. Special thanks to Mr. Rademacher, my middle school music teacher, for making us sing the songs from this musical over and over and over again.*
Explanation: I played volleyball last night and found out that I am one of only two people on my team who is under 50. Why do I not feel under 50? When did my body start breaking down like this? On the bright side, we won our match in five games (again) and remain undefeated at 2-0. I mention this because I fear it won't last.
*Note that this is the first time I have ever thanked Mr. Rademacher for anything in my entire life. It will probably be the last, too, so you'd better enjoy it.
My back, it really kills.
My heel makes me gimpy, my shoulder is wimpy,
I need some more Advils!
Source: This is a rewrite of "Sixteen Going on Seventeen" from The Sound of Music. Special thanks to Mr. Rademacher, my middle school music teacher, for making us sing the songs from this musical over and over and over again.*
Explanation: I played volleyball last night and found out that I am one of only two people on my team who is under 50. Why do I not feel under 50? When did my body start breaking down like this? On the bright side, we won our match in five games (again) and remain undefeated at 2-0. I mention this because I fear it won't last.
*Note that this is the first time I have ever thanked Mr. Rademacher for anything in my entire life. It will probably be the last, too, so you'd better enjoy it.
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